Silver

Every girl wants to be like you. How you moved, talked and smiled get people wondering how can you be that flawless. I remembered your silver hair and only you could hold that colour so well. Most importantly, your name, Ashley, sounded like a foreign word at the tip of my tongue. So foreign that any Latino sound the name special.

It was the beginning of the school year when I first noticed you. The first thing I remembered before knowing you was the bookstore queue. It was super pack and some students would immediately cut the queue by pretending they were a friend of that person. Nobody likes to wait for the long queue, so if it is possible then why not cut the queue.

Now that was how you came into the picture. Silver haired female student came passing by with class and style. "Mind if I join the queue?", you said and I let you in without second thought. You then blabbered on about how your friend was supposed to help you buy a white ring file for Chemistry and you were willing to pay him $2.30. However, he didn't because he was caught up in a Student Council meeting. You were a little pissed back there.

Once you blabbered on and on, you finally asked for my name and class. I answered and immediately you smiled. "Interesting.", you said. "I am just opposite your class." My eyes were gleaming by then, just realising how breath-taking you were. You are the most charismatic person I ever met and you obviously knew that, because then you started to do a little flirtation in your reply.

It was our turn at the bookstore queue. I ordered my stuff and you ordered yours. After leaving the queue, you thanked me for the kindness and in return, you decided to leave me your phone number. You gestured me to give you a phone call anytime and a goodbye before heading to join your clique at one of those canteen tables. I, myself, went to find my best friend, Jonathan who happened to sit behind you.